If you have a job in the tri-county area, the odds are good that you commute to work. (Unless your job is being a full-time wife and mother, in which case you don’t commute because YOUR WORK NEVER ENDS.)

If you have a job in the tri-county area, the odds are good that you commute to work. (Unless your job is being a full-time wife and mother, in which case you don’t commute because YOUR WORK NEVER ENDS.)

I make lists. Every single day. Lists for chores, lists for appointments, lists for groceries, lists for goals, lists for errands, lists of places I want to see before I die, and lists of every possible clothing combination in my closets. (Which is how I realized that tube tops don’t go with ANYTHING, but I have eight outfits for a funeral.
…

I make lists. Every single day. Lists for chores, lists for appointments, lists for groceries, lists for goals, lists for errands, lists of places I want to see before I die, and lists of every possible clothing combination in my closets. (Which is how I realized that tube tops don’t go with ANYTHING, but I have eight outfits for a funeral.
…

Ah, yes, a new year. Here we go. Traditionally, this is the time to set goals that we’ll abandon within three weeks, if pop psychology is to be believed. As my father used to say, “The road to hell is paved with good intentions.”